Kaw-Liga



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     KAW-LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
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     He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
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     KAW-LIGA, just stood there and never let it show
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     So she could never answer "YES" or "NO"


     He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
     The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
     KAW-LIGA , too stubborn to ever show a sign
     Because his heart was made of knotty pine


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     [ Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss          ]
     [ G                                               ]
     [ Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missed ]
     [ D                                 A7            ]
     [ Is it any wonder that his face is red           ]
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     [ KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head             ]



     KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
     His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
     KAW-LIGA, just stood there and never let it show
     So she could never answer "YES" or "NO"

     Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
     And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' KAW-LIGA stayed
     KAW-LIGA, just stands there as lonely as can be  
     And wishes he was still an old pine tree

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